Chapter 443 Adventures of Pettigrew

The frightened Peter Pettigrew didn't even have time to confirm whether those Muggles had seen him, God! That's Scrimgeour!

He has been the director of the Auror Office for at least 40 years. He has a large number of capable Aurors under his command. He is also an expert in tracking dark wizards. There is no guarantee that he did not pursue him because he smelled his scent.

Peter Pettigrew was in a panic.

He had no idea where he was running, and it wasn't until he stopped that he realized that the paddock in front of him was so familiar.

"Very good, that's a mouse hole. Your mission today is to catch at least three mice!" The dull and rough voice was so loud that it could burst his eardrums. Peter Pettigrew was so frightened that he jumped up. He walked in in two or two steps. He entered a dark hole next to him and shivered.

"Lavender, let's forget it." A boy's voice sounded, "Digging out mouse holes or something...it's too dirty here."

"Honey, how can we let mice take up our time?" A frivolous female voice sounded, "Come, look into my eyes and tell me, what do you want to do?"

"This...isn't this bad..."

"What does it matter? There is nothing else here except mice..."

"Ron! I just dug out the hole next to you! There was no mouse!" Peter Pettigrew's eyes widened at this voice! It's Harry Potter!

He subconsciously crawled out of the cave.

"Are you going to see Potter or are you going to see me."

"me……"

"What am I? Do you think Potter is more beautiful than me?"

"No, no! Lavender! I didn't mean that!"

A whispering voice sounded, "That's what it means. You think the savior is more important than your girlfriend!"

"..."

"Stop talking?" The girl snorted twice, "Yes, the savior has the smartest know-it-all in the school beside her. How can a stupid girl like me attract the attention of a boy?"

"without……"

"Okay Ron, it's my fault. I shouldn't have taken up your time." The girl said in a choked voice, "I should have thought of it earlier... Yeah!"

After a long silence, there was the sound of two people breathing.

"Lavender, I mean it!" The boy's voice sounded, and Pettigrew finally confirmed that it was the youngest son of the Weasley family, Ron Weasley.

"Yes, really?"

"If you don't believe it, let's do it again?"

There was another moment of silence.

"You, you feel my feelings?" Ron said cautiously, "I, um, can I come to the Burrow for Christmas?"

"Stop talking nonsense and kiss me!"

Peter Pettigrew suddenly had an idea. He was now being chased by the Ministry of Magic and Aurors all over the world, and, with his crimes, there was no way they could be washed away.

He murdered the Potters, killed at least 13 Muggles, framed innocent wizards, played tricks on the Ministry of Magic, and escaped from Azkaban twice...

He has no hope of joining the Order of the Phoenix, so he might as well try his best!

Peter Pettigrew's eyes were rolling, and the expression on his rat face became more and more ferocious. As long as he caught Potter, caught Harry Potter, and presented him to the Dark Lord...

So the fact that he provided the Potters' address and caused the Dark Lord to lose his magic power can be written off?

Excitement filled Peter's brain, and he smiled, but squeaking sounds came from his mouth.

"What's the sound?" Ron asked doubtfully, "Lavender, did you hear anything?"

"..."

"Lavender, what's wrong with you?"

"What's wrong with me?" Lavender's voice became a little shrill, obviously angry, "I'm kissing you! Kissing! You are still thinking about other things! Ron! Do you respect me? !”

"Isn't it just kissing?" Ron also raised his voice, "When can we stop kissing? I just happened to hear the sound!"

"Ro! Yes!"

Peter Pettigrew immediately dug a hole with his little paws and left here.

This kind of adolescent wizard has the least reason to say. If he is unlucky, he may be cursed. He, Peter Pettigrew, is going to be the most trusted person of the Dark Lord. How can he be found at this time!

In an instant, he thought of his temporary destination.

Screaming Shack!

However, the ideal is very full, but the reality is very skinny.

What Peter Pettigrew never expected was that he never found a chance to capture Harry Potter!

Harry is always with his friends. Even if his former master Ron is far away from him, there are still other little wizards who want to get close to him around him.

After finally getting to a Care of Magical Creatures class, the Malfoy boy was injured, and the idiot Hagrid who was teaching the class was about to leave...

result……

Someone actually came to disturb the situation? !

Peter Pettigrew's expression was distorted.

are you crazy!

Why do you come here to join in the fun when you don't have class in the afternoon?

Just join in the fun. Why do you know how to heal?

And why are you so skilled in healing? You're healed instantly!

Seeing the opportunity pass before his eyes, Peter Pettigrew almost jumped out of his hiding place and killed everyone present!

Unfortunately, he doesn't have a wand.

Yes, he had good luck all the way to Hogwarts, but he didn't have a wand.

But it didn't matter, he knew where to get the wand.

While the little wizards all went to Hogsmeade, Peter Pettigrew started his operation.

He jogged all the way to the common room on the eighth floor. He was no longer the pet of a certain little wizard, so he couldn't get in openly, but it didn't matter, he could wait.

As he expected, the opportunity came after a while. The fat lady was an alcoholic. While the little wizards were away, she happily ran to drink with the friends in the "Banquet" picture.

Drilling holes is something Peter Pettigrew is very good at. He easily punched a hole in the Fat Lady's portrait and got into the Gryffindor lounge.

Arriving at Ron's room skillfully, he rummaged through Ron's belongings.

Ron has a habit that no one knows about. He likes to throw away broken and old things in a place that only he knows, and then tell Mrs. Weasley that the thing is lost.

Although he will be punished, he can get a new one in most cases.

It just so happened that in Norway, before Peter kidnapped the silly boy, he heard Ron complaining that his wand was broken, but his mother would only buy him a second-hand one.

He definitely put away the broken wand. Although it was broken, this was not the time to be picky. It should be able to be used with a little magic tape.

Peter Pettigrew happened to know where Ron's waste was hidden. There were two places, one at the bottom of the closet and one under the bed.

However, what made him happy was that as soon as he picked up the old robe that Ron had thrown on the bed, he felt something long and hard in his pocket.

Peter Pettigrew reached in with an inexplicable expression...

A magic wand!

Brand new wand!

In his joy, he forgot to change back into a mouse, put the wand in his arms and ran out.